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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.