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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Move,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.