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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.