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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.