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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.