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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Nas,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.