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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.