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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.