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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.