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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.