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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.