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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Wings,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.