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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.