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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ten City to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Visage,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.