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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.