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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.