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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.