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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.