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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.