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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.