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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.