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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Franke,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.