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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.