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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.