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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.