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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Cluster 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.