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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Television,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.