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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.