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 Palau and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.