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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.