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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
10cc,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.