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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Motorama,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.