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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.