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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.