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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.