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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Index,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.