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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.