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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.