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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.