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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.