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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.