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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.