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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.