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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Slave,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
cv313,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.