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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.