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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.