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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Roxette,
cv313,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.