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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
JFA,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.