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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.