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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.