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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.