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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.