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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.