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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
ABC,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.