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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
CMW,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.