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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.