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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.