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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.