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 Philippines and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.