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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.