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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.