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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.