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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.