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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.