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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.