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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.