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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Names,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Interpol,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.