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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Echospace,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.