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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.