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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.