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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.