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 Australia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.