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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.