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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.