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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.