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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.