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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.