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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.