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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.