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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.