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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Index,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.