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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.