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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.