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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.