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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.