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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.