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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.