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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.