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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.