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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.