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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.