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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Interpol to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.