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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.