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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.