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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.