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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.