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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.