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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.