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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.