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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Television,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Index,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.