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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.