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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.