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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.