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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.