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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.