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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 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 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 ABBA to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.