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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.