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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.