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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.