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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.