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 Malta and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Can,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.