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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.