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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.