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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.