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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.