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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.