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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.