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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.