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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.