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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.