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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.