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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.