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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.