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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.