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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Swans,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.