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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.