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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.