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 Monaco 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.