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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 UT 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.