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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.