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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.