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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.