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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.