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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.