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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.