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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Franke 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.