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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Crime,
Pole,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.