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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.