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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.