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 Albania and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Scientists,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.