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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.