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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.