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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.