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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.