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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.