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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.