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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.