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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.