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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.