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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.