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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.