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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.