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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.