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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.