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 China and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.