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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.