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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.