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 Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.