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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.