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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Neu!,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.