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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.