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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
MDC,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.