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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Seeds,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.