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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.