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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.