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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.