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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
ABC,
June of 44,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.