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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.