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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Heaven 17 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.