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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.