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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.