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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.