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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Pole,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.