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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
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.