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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.