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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.