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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Monks,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.