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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Index,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.