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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.