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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.