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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.