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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.