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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.