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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.