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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.