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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.