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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.