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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
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.