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 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.