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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.