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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.