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 China 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.