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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.