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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.