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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gladiators to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Interpol,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.