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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Section 25,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.