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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.