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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.