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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.