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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.