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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Wings,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.