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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.