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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.