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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.