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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
New Order,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.