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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Aswad,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.