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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.