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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.