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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.