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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.