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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.