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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.