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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.