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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.