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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.