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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.