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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.