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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.