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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.