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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.