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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.