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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.