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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Wire,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.