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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.