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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Scientists,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
UT,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.