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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.