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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.