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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.