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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.