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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.