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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.