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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.