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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.