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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Can,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Magma,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.