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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.