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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.