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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.