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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.