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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.