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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.