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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.