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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.