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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.