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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Japan,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Brick,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.