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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.