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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.