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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.