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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.