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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.