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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.