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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.