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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.