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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.