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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.