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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Index,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.