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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Monks,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.