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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.