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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus 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 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
ABC,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.