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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.