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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.