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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.