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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.