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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.