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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.