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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.