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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.