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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Can,
the Association,
Echospace,
Index,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.