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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.