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 Nigeria 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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.