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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Index,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.