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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.