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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Pole,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.