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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.