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 Saudi Arabia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.