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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.