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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.