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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.