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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.