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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Fear,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.