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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.