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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.