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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.