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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
AZ,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.