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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.