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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.