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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.