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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.