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 China and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.