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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.