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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.