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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.