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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.