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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.