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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.