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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
MC5,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.