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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.