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 Oman and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Crime,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.