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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.