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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Camouflage,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.