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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.