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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Magma,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.