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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.