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 Georgia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.