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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.