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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
X-102,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.