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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.