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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.