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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Monks,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.