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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Echospace,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.