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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.