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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.