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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.