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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.