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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Can 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.