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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.