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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
UT,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.