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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.