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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.