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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.