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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.