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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Fall,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.