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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.