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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Crime,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.