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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.