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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.