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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.