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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.