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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Nico,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.