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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Ludus,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.