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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 F. McDonald 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
CMW,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.