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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.