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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.