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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.