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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.