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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Aswad,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.