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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Shadows of Knight 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.