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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.