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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Index,
Lyres,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.