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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.