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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.