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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.