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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Names,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Infiniti,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.