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 Canada and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.