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 Syria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.