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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.