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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Television,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.