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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.