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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.