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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.