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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.