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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.