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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.