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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Liliput 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.