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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.