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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.