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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.