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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.