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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.