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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.