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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.