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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.