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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.