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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.