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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.