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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.