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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.