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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.