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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.