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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.