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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.