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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.