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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
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Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.