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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Sound,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.