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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.