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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.