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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.