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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.