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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Wings,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.