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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.