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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.