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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.