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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.