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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.