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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.