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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.