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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.