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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.