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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.