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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Organ,
the Slits,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.