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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.