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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Monolake,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.