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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Brick,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.