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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.