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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.