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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.