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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.