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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Franke,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.