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 Burundi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.