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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.