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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.