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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.