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 Germany and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.