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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.