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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
ABC,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.