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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.