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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.