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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.