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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.