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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.