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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.