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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.