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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.