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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.