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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.