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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Cure,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.