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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.