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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.