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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.