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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.