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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.