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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.