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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.