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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.