Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.