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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Organ,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.