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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.