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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.