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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Motorama,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.