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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.