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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.