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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Wire,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.