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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.