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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.