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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
PIL,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.