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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.