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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.