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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.