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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.