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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.