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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.