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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.