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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.