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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.