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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.