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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.