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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.