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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.