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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.