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 United States and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.