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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
JFA,
Chrome,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.