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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.