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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.