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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.