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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
10cc,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.