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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.