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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.