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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.