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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Section 25 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.