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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crime to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.