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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Mars,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.