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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Can,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.