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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.