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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.