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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.