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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.