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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.