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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.