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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
MC5,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Swans,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.