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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.