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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.