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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.