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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.