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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.