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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.