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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.