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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neu!,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.