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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Television,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.