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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Arcadia,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.