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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
MC5,
World's Most,
Crime,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.