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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.