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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.