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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.