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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.