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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.