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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.