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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.