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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.