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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.