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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.