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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Organ,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.