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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.