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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.