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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Television to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.