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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.