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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.