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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.