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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.