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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.