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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.