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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.