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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.