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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.