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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.