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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
The Move,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.