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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.