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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.