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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Fear,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Nas,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.