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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.