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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.