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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.