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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.