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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.